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It was like canvas tearing, and now I'm in your bloodstream, can you feel me smile? Papa hits Mama. Daddy doesn't care. Sing it with me. They all hate me, come on, sing it. Can you feel me yet?

*EMOTIONAL CONTENT WARNING* Please be aware that this story explores angst themes, including: - angst and emotional turmoil - Schizophrenia and mental health struggles - Grief, heartbreak, and emotional distress - Death of a main character - Miscarriage and pregnancy loss If you're sensitive to these topics or have experienced related trauma *PROCEED WITH CARE*

Depressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.

Quotes. Short stories. Things that make you think.

Spilling my heart out in each letter <3

**MATURE CONTENT** Abuse.

'𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆.'